The Prisoner

The PrisonerWhat is it about you that makes me feel weak,And gives me the goose bumps whenever you speak?Why does the sight of you fill me with pleasure,Like a spotlight that shines on a glorious treasure?Are you so different from others I’ve known?What qualities do you have that are yours alone?What can it be that fills up my heart?And makes me feel lost whenever we part?There’s no easy answer